My Campus Princess
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A LingOrm fanfic wherein Orm is a campus crush of Enderun Colleges. She's known for being pretty, tall, smart, rich, talented, and... sleepy. Her charm made her famous among other students.
Ling on the other hand is a shy, varsity player of the women's basketball team. She is one of the most popular players in the school, but her shyness are for other people but one. A slow-burn romance between the two popular students of Enderun College.
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Hey guys! This is T. This is my first time writing fanfic and I don't know how this will go. Just feel free to judge and comment on my work hehe. Luvluv!! Let me know how was it!!!
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